Chain of Darkness
Chapter two--
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Bosco raced over to the window and leaned out. There was no one in sight. There was however, a long rope tied to the radiator underneath leading out the window to the ground far below.
"What? How'd he do that? I don't believe it! He was just here! He was holding that gun!"
"Look Bos, he must have used this to hold it." Faith pointed. The guy had propped the gun up on a dresser using some dirty clothes. From the living room you would have never been able to tell that the gun wasn't being held. It was pretty smart of the guy actually.
She looked back over to Bosco. He was still standing at the window shaking his head, only now she could tell that he was angry and not surprised.
"I am going to find that jag-off and I'm going to kill him!" he muttered.
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"I just don't get it. We did what we were supposed to do. We followed the book, we waited for ESU, and he still got away!" Bosco hit the dashboard in frustration. He had done something wrong; he knew it. 'I should have had that jerk'.
They had just gotten back in their RMP after dealing with the mess of ESU, the dead body, and the escaped murderer. There was going to be a heck of a lot of paperwork.
"Hey, calm down Bosco." Faith looked over at him. His jaw was clenched and his fingers were gripping the steering wheel so tight they were white. He hated to be on the losing end of things. "Don't worry about it, sometimes it happens."
"Not to me it doesn't." He grabbed his radio, "Central, 55-David is 10-98."
"10-4 55-David"
They drove around in silence for a while. Faith settled down in her seat trying to figure out a way to ease his agitation.
"Hey, maybe---" Faith was cut short by Bosco.
"What the heck is that?"
Up ahead there were five or six patrol cars with their lights flashing. They were surrounding an old, black Toyota Camry that was parked by the side of the road. Bosco pulled the RMP up and hopped out of the vehicle.
"I'm going to go check this out," he said as he shut the door.
Faith sighed as he watched him march up to a group of cops. He was always so sure of himself, walking as though he was in charge of every situation. Most people thought of him as a selfish, proud, headstrong jerk. And he was most of the time. But Faith knew otherwise. It was a façade he put on to look tough. He had let his guard down a few times and showed a whole other side of himself.
She could see him frowning now as he talked to a group of officers. He seemed to be upset about something in the black car. Faith leaned forward and squinted to get a better look, but there were too many people in the way. She thought about getting out of the RMP to take a look herself, but reminded herself how cold it was. Bosco was walking back now anyway. By the look on his face Faith could tell he wasn't bringing back good news. He was shaking his head and scowling.
"What's going on, Bos?" she asked as he opened the door and got back into the cruiser.
"Some sick psycho knocked off a cop last night!"
"What? What do you mean? Who was it?"
Bosco started the car and continued, "You know Officer Barry? That guy we directed traffic with a few times?
Faith nodded.
"Well, he was on surveillance last night and someone strangled him." He noticed the look of horror on her face but continued. They had liked Officer Barry, he was a respectable cop; easy to work with and had a good attitude.
"Yeah, he was strangled. Then his neck was tied to the back of his seat with some sort of rope. I guess they found him an hour ago after he didn't report in after his shift. Sheesh, what kinda sick, perv would knock off a cop?"
"Oh my gosh. Do they have any idea why? I mean, people just don't go around killing cops for no reason. Was he involved in something?"
"What? You mean like, drugs? Nahh, not a chance. Barry had a cleaner record then a newborn baby."
"Good grief. Now we have scum murdering cops. What has the world come to?"
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"Well, look who it is, Supercop!"
"Bug off, Christopher!"
"Hey Boscorelli, maybe next time you should wait for backup. Or at least, people that know what they are doing!" he sneered, referring to that afternoon and the escaped murderer.
Bosco clenched his jaw and pushed past Sergeant Christopher into the locker room. He hadn't been back in the station for five minutes before he was all over his case. He slammed his locker door open and grabbed his clothes out. 'What the hell is his problem anyway?'
"Leave him alone, Christpoher."
Davis. Bosco recognized the voice without looking up. He unbuttoned his shirt and ripped his vest off. He was obviously angry and irritated. The Sergeant just laughed at his aggravation as he walked off. He got such a kick out of making that hotheaded Boscorelli mad.
"Rough day huh?" Davis asked.
Bosco didn't answer. He continued to remove his clothes, tossing his uniform and vest carelessly back in his locker.
"I heard about that Officer Barry; pretty strange. Sully said that new cop Kendall found him. I guess he was kinda freaked out. "
Bosco wasn't in the mood to chitchat. Davis watched him pull on his regular clothes and storm out of the locker room, headed home.
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Bosco sat on his couch surrounded by empty beer bottles. His head was beginning to ache from too much alcohol, but he didn't care. The day had started out bad and gone downhill fast. The events of the day kept going over and over in his head. The only way he wanted to deal with it was by getting as drunk as possible. At least then he wouldn't keep tying to figure out what he had done wrong.
He was starting to get really tired. The alcohol was taking over his senses and his thoughts were becoming muddled and hazy.
He fell asleep sitting up, a half-empty bottle in his hand.
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Chapter two--
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Bosco raced over to the window and leaned out. There was no one in sight. There was however, a long rope tied to the radiator underneath leading out the window to the ground far below.
"What? How'd he do that? I don't believe it! He was just here! He was holding that gun!"
"Look Bos, he must have used this to hold it." Faith pointed. The guy had propped the gun up on a dresser using some dirty clothes. From the living room you would have never been able to tell that the gun wasn't being held. It was pretty smart of the guy actually.
She looked back over to Bosco. He was still standing at the window shaking his head, only now she could tell that he was angry and not surprised.
"I am going to find that jag-off and I'm going to kill him!" he muttered.
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"I just don't get it. We did what we were supposed to do. We followed the book, we waited for ESU, and he still got away!" Bosco hit the dashboard in frustration. He had done something wrong; he knew it. 'I should have had that jerk'.
They had just gotten back in their RMP after dealing with the mess of ESU, the dead body, and the escaped murderer. There was going to be a heck of a lot of paperwork.
"Hey, calm down Bosco." Faith looked over at him. His jaw was clenched and his fingers were gripping the steering wheel so tight they were white. He hated to be on the losing end of things. "Don't worry about it, sometimes it happens."
"Not to me it doesn't." He grabbed his radio, "Central, 55-David is 10-98."
"10-4 55-David"
They drove around in silence for a while. Faith settled down in her seat trying to figure out a way to ease his agitation.
"Hey, maybe---" Faith was cut short by Bosco.
"What the heck is that?"
Up ahead there were five or six patrol cars with their lights flashing. They were surrounding an old, black Toyota Camry that was parked by the side of the road. Bosco pulled the RMP up and hopped out of the vehicle.
"I'm going to go check this out," he said as he shut the door.
Faith sighed as he watched him march up to a group of cops. He was always so sure of himself, walking as though he was in charge of every situation. Most people thought of him as a selfish, proud, headstrong jerk. And he was most of the time. But Faith knew otherwise. It was a façade he put on to look tough. He had let his guard down a few times and showed a whole other side of himself.
She could see him frowning now as he talked to a group of officers. He seemed to be upset about something in the black car. Faith leaned forward and squinted to get a better look, but there were too many people in the way. She thought about getting out of the RMP to take a look herself, but reminded herself how cold it was. Bosco was walking back now anyway. By the look on his face Faith could tell he wasn't bringing back good news. He was shaking his head and scowling.
"What's going on, Bos?" she asked as he opened the door and got back into the cruiser.
"Some sick psycho knocked off a cop last night!"
"What? What do you mean? Who was it?"
Bosco started the car and continued, "You know Officer Barry? That guy we directed traffic with a few times?
Faith nodded.
"Well, he was on surveillance last night and someone strangled him." He noticed the look of horror on her face but continued. They had liked Officer Barry, he was a respectable cop; easy to work with and had a good attitude.
"Yeah, he was strangled. Then his neck was tied to the back of his seat with some sort of rope. I guess they found him an hour ago after he didn't report in after his shift. Sheesh, what kinda sick, perv would knock off a cop?"
"Oh my gosh. Do they have any idea why? I mean, people just don't go around killing cops for no reason. Was he involved in something?"
"What? You mean like, drugs? Nahh, not a chance. Barry had a cleaner record then a newborn baby."
"Good grief. Now we have scum murdering cops. What has the world come to?"
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"Well, look who it is, Supercop!"
"Bug off, Christopher!"
"Hey Boscorelli, maybe next time you should wait for backup. Or at least, people that know what they are doing!" he sneered, referring to that afternoon and the escaped murderer.
Bosco clenched his jaw and pushed past Sergeant Christopher into the locker room. He hadn't been back in the station for five minutes before he was all over his case. He slammed his locker door open and grabbed his clothes out. 'What the hell is his problem anyway?'
"Leave him alone, Christpoher."
Davis. Bosco recognized the voice without looking up. He unbuttoned his shirt and ripped his vest off. He was obviously angry and irritated. The Sergeant just laughed at his aggravation as he walked off. He got such a kick out of making that hotheaded Boscorelli mad.
"Rough day huh?" Davis asked.
Bosco didn't answer. He continued to remove his clothes, tossing his uniform and vest carelessly back in his locker.
"I heard about that Officer Barry; pretty strange. Sully said that new cop Kendall found him. I guess he was kinda freaked out. "
Bosco wasn't in the mood to chitchat. Davis watched him pull on his regular clothes and storm out of the locker room, headed home.
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Bosco sat on his couch surrounded by empty beer bottles. His head was beginning to ache from too much alcohol, but he didn't care. The day had started out bad and gone downhill fast. The events of the day kept going over and over in his head. The only way he wanted to deal with it was by getting as drunk as possible. At least then he wouldn't keep tying to figure out what he had done wrong.
He was starting to get really tired. The alcohol was taking over his senses and his thoughts were becoming muddled and hazy.
He fell asleep sitting up, a half-empty bottle in his hand.
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